The Swallow

[Xipe Totec]

by Nana Mouskori

translated by yours truly

Where will she go, swift and exhausted
the swallow that leaves this place.

If in her flight she should loose her way
looking for shelter that isn't there.

Next to my bed I will make a nest
where she may pass the season.

For I too am lost in this place,
oh blessed heaven, and cannot fly.

For I, too, left the country I love
the home that saw my birth

Today my life is wandering and lonely
and I cannot find my way home

dear bird beloved traveler
my heart I lay next to yours

Today through your song, my tender swallow,
I will remember my country, and cry.